Ronda nocturna Page #3

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- You're falling asleep.

- F*** you!

You son of a b*tch.

Stop it!

- Hi, good evening.

- Hey.

How's it going?

Hang on a second...

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

See you tomorrow.

Paola, let's go,

it's getting late.

FOR SALE:

- Hi, lvaro.

- Hi, are you cold?

Hi, chief.

I'm cold.

Hello.

How are you doing?

Thank you very much,

very good, hey!

Our herbs are no good.

Yeah, it's gone, all the

sticks are on top, right?

There you go, for the friends.

Is it bitter?

I bet you, if that one

orders anything...

he cannot afford it.

Tuesday, November 2nd.

Cecilia.

So you do remember.

It's not a dream.

It's me.

I'm here.

Have you ever gone back?

No, never again.

What are you doing here in

the middle of the night?

You didn't use to ask

so many questions.

I used to be an a**hole.

No, not at all.

You used to be a

very bright boy,

too cute to stay in town.

What do you know about my life?

What would you say if I told

you they just tried to kill me,

would you believe me?

And before that I almost

got run over by a car?

Through the whole night,

I've felt I was being spied on,

followed; As if I was in

danger, you know what I mean?

The night is almost over.

When the sun comes out

all the fears are gone,

all of them.

Believe me, I know.

The sun comes out

at ten to six.

I read it in

yesterday's almanac.

Then you must know

what day it is.

Yes... November 2, why?

Where were you born?

What does that have

to do with anything?

- In Gonzlez Catn.

- So?

That's the outskirts

of Buenos Aires.

In Buenos Aires, people

never know about...

the important things in life.

But I was born in the North...

in the province of Chaco.

Over there, people know things

that get forgotten in the city.

I don't know, maybe they are

scared to think of those things...

and they choose

to live this way.

For example, we know there's

a day that starts at midnight,

before sunrise...

in which the dead

that really want to...

can come back to this world...

to look for their loved ones...

and take them back

to the other side...

forever.

You see?

Now I've spoken, you know.

Stay with me...

until sunrise.

You never wanted to

understand other people.

You never got us.

But if you ask me to...

I'll stay with you.

Liar.

- Liar.

- What?

You think that I don't

know that you forgot me.

What?

You think I don't realize that

I never even existed to you.

The only thing you ever

gave me was 15 minutes...

in the back seat of a car.

What are you saying?

And I had to get rid of the scum

you left inside me all by myself.

What are you saying?

- What?

- You fake.

- You fake.

- What are you saying?

We never slept together.

What are you saying?

You want me to think

you only sleep with men,

but I know the truth,

I know you do it for the money.

Me, on the other hand, you

left me a child inside.

It's true.

I had to get it out

of me using this rod.

I took it out from inside

and I lost all my blood.

All of it.

It's true.

I never stopped

thinking about you.

FOR REN Listen, young man...

excuse me,

do you know if bus 47

still goes to the cemetery?

Yes, the cemetery is the

end of the line, ma'am.

What a great thing.

Of course the cemetery

is the end of it,

as if we didn't know!

We go every year by this time,

so we get used to it.

Don't you go?

No.

Of course not.

At his age, he hasn't lost

any loved one, yet.

Oh, here it is!

Look.

Get the ball from him, Mati.

Get the ball!

Ole.

Hey, hey, hey.

Do you want us to throw

your shoe on the tracks?

Hey, I'm leaving.

Here you go.

Bye.

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